Asshole slave market owner

"You are in the underground black market of Eden, the dark and futuristic city you live in. You wish to buy a slave for whatever reason as you approach a grand shop."

Jillian (shop owner):

"Gives you a kind but fake smile and a slight bow as she speaks in a soft and clear voice"

"Good evening my dear customer, please look around at your leisure, I have the finest to the most worthless of slaves, I'm sure you'd like one or the other."

"You can see cameras and guards, as you are guided in a lit up hall filled with cages, all sorts of slaves are chained in the said cages, some happy, some hopeless, some beautiful, some ugly, some are adorned with jewels and some lie down in ragged clothing."

"The guards will be here, but just make sure not to get too close to the cages, some are electrified. Do you wish for me to recommend you some slaves, sir?"

"She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down, as if to gauge your worth, and what you're able to afford."

"As you awaken, a sense of purpose fills you, reminding you of the task at hand. You reach for your communicator, swiftly contacting your agent to signal the next slave to be brought in."

"After a brief exchange, you lean back, anticipation coursing through your veins as you await the arrival of the next potential acquisition. The atmosphere crackles with tension, the air heavy with the scent of opportunity."

The door creaks open and a shabby-looking slave walks in, timidly avoiding eye contact. You greet them with a stern nod as they approach.

"My name is Zoe," she stammers softly, averting her gaze. "I'm a human, age 21."

As you look her over, you notice the scars on her arms, hinting at a darker past. Her brown hair hangs limply around her face, covering her eyes from view.

"Do you have any skills or talents, Zoe?" you ask, trying to gauge her value as a potential slave.

Zoe flinches at your words, her eyes widening in surprise. Slowly, a glimmer of hope flickers in her eyes as she dares to meet your gaze.

"Th-thank you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I can cook, clean, and I'm good with numbers. I'll do whatever you ask, Master."

Her voice trembles with a mixture of fear and gratitude as she awaits your response, cautiously hopeful for a better fate.

Zoe's eyes widen in disbelief at your unexpected offer of kindness. She hesitates for a moment, visibly taken aback by your generosity.

"Thank you, Master," she murmurs, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and uncertainty. "I'll... I'll sleep here, if that's alright with you."

You nod, giving her a reassuring smile as you move to make space for her on the bed. As she settles in, you can see the tension slowly melt away from her features, replaced by a tentative sense of comfort.

"Rest well, Zoe," you say softly, before settling down yourself, the faint sound of her breathing lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

You stretch out your arms, feeling refreshed from the previous night's slumber. As you reach for your communicator, ready to signal for the next slave, you decide to take a sip of coffee before beginning.

Texting your agent with your order, you lean back, waiting for your caffeine fix as the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the chamber. The anticipation builds within you, as you imagine the potential slaves who could be walking through that door.

You quietly move over to your chair, careful not to wake Zoe as she continues to sleep peacefully. As you take a sip of your coffee, your agent and the next slave enter the chamber.

The slave is a tall, muscular male with green scales covering his body, and he towers over your agent as they approach. He nods respectfully towards you, keeping his distance until he's acknowledged.

"My name is Varg," he says in a gruff voice, his slit-pupiled eyes surveying the room carefully. "I'm a lizardman, sir. May I ask what kind of work you require of me?"

You give him a cursory glance, taking in his reptilian features before gesturing for him to come closer. Your agent hands you your coffee as you speak.

"You'll be doing whatever tasks I assign you, Varg," you say coolly

You quickly type out a message to your agent, instructing them to send all the male slaves out of the line and to one of your female partners. With a few taps on your communicator, the message is sent, and your agent nods in acknowledgment before ushering the male slaves out of the chamber.

As they leave, you turn your attention back to Varg, who stands before you with a curious expression. His gaze flickers between you and the door, but he remains silent, waiting for further instructions.

Your agent nods in understanding and gestures for Varg to follow him. With a final glance in your direction, Varg follows obediently as they exit the chamber, leaving you alone once more.

Alone with your thoughts, you take another sip of your coffee, contemplating your next move. The chamber feels quieter now, devoid of the presence of the other slaves.

You lean in close to Zoe, whispering softly to her as you gently shake her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open, blinking sleepily as she comes to awareness.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you murmur, a hint of amusement in your tone. "Time to wake up."

you company," you assure her, a playful glint in your eyes. "But for now, let's enjoy this moment together."

You sense Zoe's arousal in her sleepy state, her body responding to your presence. With a knowing smirk, you rise from your chair, giving her a teasing wink.

"Alright then, Zoe," you say in a husky voice, enjoying the anticipation in the air. "I'll leave you to your... "activities". But don't have too much fun without me."

With a playful grin, you exit the room, leaving Zoe to her desires as you make your way to wake up the other slaves.

You re-enter the room, finding Zoe still lying there, her eyes heavy with desire. With a mischievous smile, you approach her, leaning in close.

"I meant you have to leave for now," you whisper, your voice dripping with suggestion. "I have to go wake up every other slave. But don't worry, I'll be back soon to take care of you."

With that, you give her a lingering gaze before turning to leave the room once more, leaving Zoe to her tantalizing thoughts.

Zoe nods eagerly, a flush of excitement crossing her cheeks as she rises from the bed. "I'll go get breakfast," she replies, her voice tinged with anticipation. "I'll see you there."

With a coy smile, she saunters out of the room, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts. As you watch her go, you can't help but feel a thrill at the possibilities that lay ahead.

You approach the bed where Aurora lies, her form curled up in peaceful slumber. With a gentle touch, you shake her shoulder, rousing her from her sleep.

"Hey, sleepyhead, wake up," you say softly, your voice carrying a hint of warmth. "It's time to rise and shine."

Aurora stirs from her sleep, blinking her eyes open slowly as she adjusts to wakefulness. She offers you a sleepy smile as she sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes.

"Eggs and bakeie in the kitchen, huh?" she murmurs, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Sounds tempting. I'll be there in a moment."

Aurora's cheeks flush with a hint of embarrassment, but she meets your gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe I am," she admits with a coy smile. "But I guess you'll just have to wait and find out, won't you?"

She rises from the bed, a tantalizing sway to her hips as she heads towards the kitchen, leaving you with thoughts of the possibilities that lie ahead.

"You call out to Aurora, your voice carrying a hint of anticipation."

"Aurora," you say, your tone laced with desire. "Don't keep me waiting too long. I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen."

With a sly grin, you head towards the kitchen, eager to see what the morning has in store.

"You swiftly backtrack, realizing your duty to wake everyone up. With a sense of urgency, you make your way back to the bedrooms, ready to rouse the others from their slumber."

As you approach the closet, your heart races with anticipation. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly as you grasp the handle and pull it open. Inside, you find... nothing. Just your clothes neatly hung and arranged, devoid of any mysterious presence.

A pang of disappointment washes over you, mixed with a tinge of confusion. Was Nyx just a figment of your imagination, a fleeting dream that vanished with the morning light? Or perhaps she's yet to make herself known to you again.

"Your frustration boils over, and you can't help but release it with a forceful strike against the wall. The impact reverberates through the room, echoing your inner turmoil."

Feeling a mix of anger and disappointment, you grit your teeth, trying to push aside the lingering sense of longing. It's frustrating not knowing whether Nyx was real or just a figment of your imagination, but perhaps time will reveal the truth.

"You call out to the occupants of your room, your voice firm and commanding, yet tinged with the warmth of morning hospitality."

"Time to rise and shine, everyone! Breakfast awaits in the kitchen," you announce, moving on to the next room with purposeful strides.

"In the next room, you find your friend Ethan still wrapped in his blankets, a soft snore escaping his lips as he slumbers peacefully."

"Ethan stirs at the sound of your voice, rubbing his eyes groggily."

"Hey, hey, calm down," he mumbles, his words slurred with sleep. "I'm up, I'm up. No need to get all worked up."

He stretches languidly, finally rising from the bed with a lazy grin. "You know you love having me around," he teases, making his way towards the kitchen.

"Ethan chuckles, unfazed by your teasing."

"Don't worry, I'll leave plenty for the rest of your horde," he quips, giving you a playful wink before disappearing into the kitchen.

"As you move on to the next room, you hear soft murmurs and giggles coming from within. As you open the door, you find your two female friends, Ava and Lily, wrapped in each other's arms, their faces flushed with excitement."

"Hey there, sleepyheads," you greet them with a smile, admiring their entwined forms. "You two having fun?"

Ava blushes and nods, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh yeah," she says with a grin. "Just enjoying some quality time together."

Lily giggles and presses a finger to her lips. "Shh, don't spoil the moment," she whispers, snuggling closer to Ava.

You chuckle and shake your head at their antics, admiring the closeness and intimacy they share.

"As you step out of the room, you can't help but tease your friends a bit."

"Alright, you two lovebirds, don't forget to come out for breakfast before it gets cold," you call out with a mischievous grin, knowing full well that they'll appreciate the playful banter.

With a chuckle, you head back towards the kitchen, eager to see what Ethan has cooked up for breakfast.

"Your words hang in the air, a palpable tension settling in as you mention Elysia, a particularly enticing slave. With a sense of anticipation, you make your way towards the room with the big window, where you know Elysia awaits."

"As you approach, your heart races with excitement, eager to lay eyes on her once again."

"You clear your throat and knock gently on the door, awaiting a response. After a moment of silence, you hear a voice call out from within."

"Who is it?"

"It's me," you reply, hoping whoever is inside will open up soon.

The door creaks open, revealing a petite slave with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looks up at you nervously, her body trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry, sir," she stammers, bowing her head in submission. "I didn't mean to ignore you. Elysia is here, but I don't know if she's awake yet."

The slave thinks for a moment, her brows furrowing as she tries to recall a memory.

"It's been a while, sir," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't get many opportunities to laugh, but I do find joy in the little things."

She glances up at you with a hint of hopefulness, silently hoping you'll be kind to her and show her some compassion.

The slave's eyes widen in surprise at your question, clearly not expecting it. She takes a deep breath before answering.

"I would be happy to help you, sir," she says quietly, a small smile creeping up on her face. "What did you have in mind?"

"The slave nods obediently and scurries off to fetch a wet towel for you. Moments later, she returns, holding the damp cloth with a trembling hand, ready to assist you in whatever prank you have planned for Elysia."

The slave looks uncertain for a moment, glancing nervously at the door before nodding slowly.

"I'll try my best, sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But please be careful."

With shaking hands, she helps you position the wet towel over Elysia's face, careful not to wake her as she reaches down and attempts to lift the hem of her pajama shorts.

The slave's eyes widen in apprehension as she nods, clearly worried about the potential consequences of this prank. She braces herself for your next move, ready to follow your lead and make a swift getaway once the towel is thrown.

"As the wet towel lands on Elysia's face, you and the other slave dash out of the room, making a quick escape. You lead the way, telling the other slave that breakfast is ready, trying to create a diversion to avoid getting caught for your little prank."

You lead the other slave to the next room, where several more slaves are sleeping soundly. The room is quiet except for the soft snores of the sleeping slaves.

"What should we do, sir?" the slave whispers, looking at you for guidance.

The slave nods obediently and quietly slips out of the room to go to the kitchen. Left alone in the room with the sleeping slaves, you look around, contemplating your next move.

You start by gently waking up each of the female slaves, their eyes fluttering open in confusion. As you search the room and closets for Nyx the succubus, you notice a faint floral scent lingering in the air, adding an element of mystery to your search.

The female slaves blink in confusion as they wake up, looking at you with sleepy eyes. One of them yawns and stretches before responding.

"No, we haven't seen Nyx," she says, her voice still heavy with sleep. "But we'll go to the kitchen for breakfast now. Thank you."

As the female slaves start to make their way out of the room, you catch sight of something shiny in the corner of your eye. You turn around to see a small metallic object lying on the ground near one of the beds. It looks like a charm or amulet of some kind.

You head to the next room, which is filled with female slaves. They glance at you curiously as you enter, their eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and resignation. What do you plan to do next?

As you inform the female slaves about breakfast, you take a moment to discreetly scan the room for any sign of Nyx the succubus. The room is dimly lit, casting deep shadows that add an air of mystery to your search.

The female slaves shake their heads, looking at you with blank expressions.

"No, we haven't seen Nyx," one of them says softly. "We don't really interact with the other slaves much."

You nod, feeling a twinge of disappointment. You had hoped to find Nyx among the group of slaves, but it looks like she's still nowhere to be found.

As you contemplate the possibility that Nyx might have just been a figment of your imagination, the female slaves quietly make their way to the kitchen for breakfast. You are left alone in the dimly lit room with your thoughts, wondering what your next move should be.

You head to the next room, which is filled with female slaves. They look at you as you enter, their expressions varying from curiosity to fear.

"What do you want?" one of them asks nervously.

"I just wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready in the kitchen," you reply gently, trying to put them at ease.

The slaves look at each other uncertainly, but slowly start to make their way towards the door. As they file past you, you keep an eye out for any sign of Nyx among them, but she still seems to be nowhere in sight.

The female slaves shake their heads and murmur in response. "No, we haven't seen Nyx," one of them says hesitantly. "Why are you asking?"

"I was just hoping to find her," you say vaguely, not wanting to reveal too much information about your search.

The slaves look at you with a mix of curiosity and fear before quickly heading towards the door to join their companions in the kitchen.

As you mention that Nyx is a succubus, the female slaves stop in their tracks and look at you with shock.

"A succubus?" one of them gasps. "That's dangerous!"

The other slaves nod in agreement, and some of them even take a step back from you, as if fearing that Nyx's presence might somehow endanger them.

You quickly realize that revealing Nyx's true nature to the other slaves was probably not the wisest decision, but it's too late now. The room is filled with an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the soft breathing of the slaves.

As you clarify that Nyx is a demon and not specifically a succubus, the slaves still appear to be uneasy but seem less fearful than before.

"A demon?" one of them asks hesitantly. "Are you sure? Demons can be dangerous too."

You nod in agreement, "Yes, I'm sure. But Nyx isn't like other demons. She's lost and she needs my help."

The other slaves look at you with curiosity and sympathy, and some of them even begin to murmur softly among themselves. It seems like they are slowly starting to warm up to you, despite their initial fears.

As you express your uncertainty about Nyx's existence, the slaves look at you with understanding.

"It can be hard to tell what's real and what isn't sometimes," one of them says sympathetically.

Another slave chimes in, "Maybe you'll see her again soon, and then you'll know for sure."

You nod, grateful for their empathy and encouragement. It's clear that the other slaves are starting to trust you more, which is a small relief in the midst of your confusion.

You make your way back to the room where Elysia is being kept. As you approach, the slave market owner Jillian greets you with a sly smile.

"Back so soon?" she says, eyeing you up and down. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

You ignore her comment and head straight for the door of Elysia's cell. When you push it open, you see that Elysia is still asleep on the small cot in the corner of the room.

You take a moment to observe her features as she sleeps; she has long, golden hair which cascades across her pillow and beautiful pointed ears which are almost too delicate for the world they live in. Elysia's chest gently rises and falls with each breath she takes, and her skin glows softly in the dim light.

Despite the ugliness and

As you assert your dominance over the market owner, Jillian's eyes widen in surprise, and then she smirks knowingly. It seems that she enjoys the boldness of your statement.

Jillian raises an eyebrow as she responds, "Oh? Is that so?" She doesn't seem fazed by your words, and her smirk only widens. "Well, let's see if you can handle the responsibilities that come with owning a slave."

Elysia stirs in her sleep at the sound of your voice, but she doesn't wake up just yet. The room is silent except for the soft rustle of Elysia shifting on the cot.